Are You Sure You're 3?

The cake had a bunch of candy as decorations, and Sam had been talking about getting cake -- and then talking about which piece he wanted -- for days. He blew out his candles, excitedly grabbed the candy-filled piece he wanted, and...

...pecked at it for about an hour. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying it, but it sure seemed like he was happier to have than to eat. We gave him his cake at 11:30am Sunday morning, and he finished eating his piece at about 7pm Monday night. Aren't kids supposed to stick their faces in the icing or something?

Not that this is a bad thing, mind you; we know that we can give him cake without fear of a sugar rush...

(After thinking on this a little bit, I wonder if it's because we give him little bits of candy fairly regularly. He often has one or two little treats -- a jelly bean, an inch of a candy cane, a swedish berry -- a day, so he both wasn't jonesing for sugar and was used to only having a bit at a time. Maybe we're accidentally brilliant!)